


The Frayed Ends of Sanity

by Alba55



Category: Teen Wolf (TV)
Genre: Alive Vernon Boyd & Erica Reyes, Alpha Derek, Drunk Werewolves, M/M, Panic Attacks, Protective Derek, References to Marvel, References to Supernatural (TV), Sassy Peter Hale, The Alpha Pack, Underage Drinking, music references, references to doctor who
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2015-08-31
Updated: 2015-09-17
Packaged: 2018-04-18 07:40:26
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage
Chapters: 2
Words: 4,690
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/4697825
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Alba55/pseuds/Alba55
Summary: <blockquote class="userstuff">
              <p>Deucalion wanted Derek, and the only way to get him was through his pack, actually, through Stiles.</p>
            </blockquote>





	1. Everything's Okay

**Author's Note:**

> Hey there, I'm Alba and I want to tell you a few things before you start reading this:  
> First of all, English is not my first language and sometimes I mess with it, so please be good and comprehensive with me, I'm trying to get better at it.  
> Second, this is my first fanfic so I am a bit unfriendly with my own writing and super insecure of it, be patient with me, too.  
> And third, I'll update the tags as I'll post the chapters, I don't want to spoil anything to you.  
> Now, I want to thank my dear friend [SourWolfie](http://archiveofourown.org/users/pieprincess_andthe_fallenangel) for being my beta, every mistake from now is only my fault.  
> Enjoy reading it<3

It was a new day in Beacon Hills. The birds were tweeting, the sky was blue, no clouds in sight. It was surprisingly quiet and the Stilinskis' house was completely wrapped in silence. Stiles was deeply asleep when his phone began to ring. It was eight o'clock in the morning, on a _Saturday_ , he yawned, _'For fuck's sake, who calls at this insane hour in the morning? Fuck my life'_   Stiles thought and, still half-asleep, he picked up the phone “God dammit, Scott, what the hell are you doing?” Stiles said with rusty voice.

“What do you think I'm doing? Waking up my best friend, obviously” Scott answered and Stiles snorted.

“And why now? There's plenty of hours through the day to call, you asshole, I was sleeping and, for your information, I was having a really great dream which involved me, my bed and Der-Destiny” his mouth almost betrayed him. Sure, Scott knew it was a lie and he also knew about Stiles’ attraction to Derek, because, who's not attracted to him anyway? Come on, he's made of Greek God material. But Scott didn't have to know some details. “It involved me, my bed and some girl called Destiny, doi-”.

“Look” Scott said, ignoring and cutting him off “I called to tell you that I'll be at your home at four o'clock. So better abstain yourself from touching your 'you know what' this morning, it's an awkward scent to smell from you. So see you later!” and he hung up before Stiles had a chance to reply, _'bastard'_ he thought, looking at his morning wood. Stiles was sleep deprived but he couldn't get to sleep again, so he took a shower and dressed up with black jeans, white t-shirt, a red plaid shirt and his red Converse, all casual. He tidied up his room and started reading one of his Marvel comics while he waited for lunch time. His dad wasn't home that day, an emergency obliged him to leave the house in the early morning. He’d left Stiles a note telling him the situation and that he'd be home late, like _usual_ , and Stiles felt a little disappointed to be honest. But he knew that there was no choice, that it had to be this way. He started to feel hungry and he felt too lazy to start cooking something. So he called the best fast food restaurant, with the best curly fries, in town; because, why not? He deserved it.

By the time Captain America was in the city's sewage system and Iron Man was ambushed by Captain's allies, the delivery boy was knocking at his door with a tired smile crossing his face, waiting for someone to open the door, take the food and pay him.

“Hi, there's a person named 'Stiles' here?” the delivery boy got tangled up reading Stiles' name. Stiles made a face and answered, smiling.

“Yeah, that's me.”

The delivery boy seemed a little ashamed at his tongue-tangled reading. “So, did you order a chicken bacon swiss sandwich with extra cheese, no tomatoes and seedless bread with two large curly fries and a big coke? Is everything right?” Stiles started to drool at the thought of his loved curly fries.

“Yeah, everything's okay, how much do I owe you?” Stiles didn't stop looking at the huge bag from Arby's while he was talking to the guy.

“It's 10.60 dollars for the food and 5 extra dollars for the delivery” Stiles gave him 20 dollars because he felt generous, they said their goodbyes and, once back inside, he inserted the Doctor Who season 1 disc in the DVD player and settled himself on the couch. Scott arrived in the middle of the last episode and they finished watching it together.

“What's going on? Stiles, why has she got this thing, _the light_ , in her eyes? And why is he kissing her? Oh my God, why’s the light doing these weird things? Is it because of the power of their kiss? _Stiles_?” Stiles rolled his eyes at Scott, who was still confused, looking between the TV and Stiles, trying to understand that the girl, _Rose Tyler_ , had absorbed the energy of a supernova from the _TARDIS_ and the _Doctor_ was sacrificing himself to save her. “Fuck me, he's changing his face! How is he doing that? What kind of show is this, it's so weird” Scott asked, frowning.

“Says the werewolf.” Stiles looked at his friend, with one of his eyebrows raised, and he was happy; everything seemed so normal, so calm, so strange. “Come on, let's play something” Stiles said, chuckling as he ignored his friend's questions.

Yeah, this was definitely one of those, infamous and missed, great days of before all the supernatural shit fell from above them like a bucket of cold water.

* * *

“Stiles stop it! You're cheating!” Scott said, annoyed.

“How can anyone cheat at this game, Scottie? It's obviously your fault, you play all the notes wrong” he answered, amused at the childish pouts of his best friend.

“Oh no, you're distracting me with all those rude movements, also you have chosen the most difficult song in the whole game on purpose, to make a joke of me”. Stiles laughed at this one and paused the game

“Hey, it's [Of Wolf and Man](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VmxdWxnUv94) by Metallica, it's a great masterpiece and it must be played this way” he said that while banging his head and making an air solo with the Guitar Hero's guitar. “Also, I find it very hilarious, because, well, you know” he added, grinning. Scott snorted.

“Whatever, but I'll choose the next one, okay?” Stiles nodded.

“Are you ready?” Scott looked at him and Stiles pressed 'play'. Since Scott has been bitten there were hardly any days like this: where they didn't do nothing but play videogames, read comics and eat. And Stiles really misses it. They just recently dealt with Jackson being the Kanima, Gerard Argent being an asshole and Peter Hale being, well, _Peter Hale_ , because, apparently, the Kanima wasn't enough. Peter had been returned to life with Lydia's help (it hadn’t been on purpose, she had been manipulated by said werewolf) and now he was weak and desperate to recover his power, hiding in the dark corners, always surrounded by shadows. He really was a creeper.

So today, Stiles just wanted a bro-day. Because today was one of that special days; they were playing Guitar Hero, drinking cokes and eating chips, like they used to. But then something happened, what a surprise, Scott's phone rang with Allison's number on screen. Stiles thought that it would be another of their stupid cheesy couple calls, because all their calls were cheesy, but this one was different. Scott's face was turning ruder, eyes turning bright yellow and fangs starting to stick out.

“Scott, what's going on?” Stiles asked but Scott didn't answer, he hung up the phone and without saying a word, jumped out the window and started to run through the woods, leaving Stiles in his room, completely alone.

After a couple minutes of shock, he reacted, Stiles immediately called Lydia. The phone sounded three, four tones, but nothing. He then called Allison, and again, nobody answered. He even called Danny, but he didn't know anything about Allison nor Lydia and, for what Stiles could hear, he was pretty busy right at that moment with some guy. He checked first the Police station, seeking for his dad, he couldn't find him but one of his deputies told him that he was patrolling. Then he went to the hospital; Melissa hadn't see her son nor his friends. He went to Lydia and Allison's respective houses but no one was there either, so Stiles did the last thing that he could do. He took his keys, unlocked the driver door of his old blue Jeep, started the engine once more and finally drove to Derek's loft.

All the way there, Stiles was thinking _'What happened to make Scott react that way?'_ He was freaking out behind the wheel of his beloved Jeep, scared, even worried for his friends' health. Because Beacon Hills had this little handicap… every week there was a new creature trying to kill his friends, innocent people or himself, it's like the whole town had a magnetic attraction for the supernatural. And it may or may not have bothered Stiles, well, only sometimes, because Scott being a werewolf was, in fact, awesome. He remembered how simple and even boring his life was before Peter bit Scott. Yes, it was true that sometimes he missed how he and his best friend used to spend the afternoons together, playing, laughing, even doing homework… all of it without bothering about thinking up a plan to win against the next evil creature who decided to show up, scaring the hell out of the town and killing people, of course, because every single one of those creatures always kill somebody. But now their lives were more exciting, they opened their minds to the supernatural world, and it was terrifying. That thought didn't help Stiles to calm down at all, he was even more worried about the fact that his friends might be dead by now. Stiles felt his chest starting to shrink, he stopped the car in the shoulder of the road, reached out for the door handle and stepped out from the Jeep, searching for some air, needing it, his lungs screaming for it. He was overwhelmed, even overreacting, because all of the possible disastrous fates were a product of his own mind betraying him. Stiles forced himself to count to ten, remembering how to breath, _one_ , inhale, _two_ , exhale, _three_ , inhale, _four_ , exhale, _five_ , inhale, _six_ , exhale, _seven_ , inhale, _eight_ , exhale, _nine_ , inhale and _ten_ , exhale; he returned to the road after a few minutes of just breathing and tried to blank his mind for a second, focusing on what he had been doing before that false 'panic attack' alarm.

He arrived at the loft's parking lot and turned off the engine, climbed out the Jeep and made his way to the building. He took the elevator and the typical stupid elevator music was pissing him off, making the way to the loft more anxious, more desperate. The wait was painfully long but the elevator doors opened and Stiles ran to the Derek’s door, it was unlocked. He felt a stabbing pain in his chest and quickly let himself in.

“Fuck me” he whispered, screamed, to himself.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Leave kudos and comments, just only if you want to.  
> Thanks for reading, I'll try to update soon:)


	2. Fuckers

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> It took me a while to post this chapter, I've been busy, sorry. But it's finally here!  
> A very big special thanks to my friend [ SourWolfie](http://archiveofourown.org/users/pieprincess_andthe_fallenangel/profile) for everything:)  
> Enjoy reading it<3

Stiles couldn't believe what was going on. He looked astonished, his chest going up and down, breathing heavy and uncontrolled, he didn't even know where or what to look at. The loft never looked like this, it was frighteningly weird and unbelievable. All his friends were there, Scott was wearing the same clothes than before, grey shirt, jeans and his sneakers; Lydia, was wearing her favourite dress, the blue one with tiny little flowers, and her high heels; Allison convened her turquoise blouse with a skinny black jeans and turquoise wedge heels, to match with the blouse, of course; Isaac was wearing dark trousers, a black buttoned up shirt and a pair of Oxfords; even the Sheriff changed his uniform to a black casual suit and a pair of moccasins. Erica fitted in a skinny red dress and black high heels and Boyd was wearing a white t-shirt with jeans and boots. Stiles looked over the room and spotted Derek in the corner, dressed like usual, with his jeans, a grey skinny shirt, which pointed out his defined arm, chest and back musculature, and his wear-away black boots.

“Happy birthday Stiles!” everyone in shouted, grinning at him, even Derek was smiling and that was not usual in him, unfortunately.

Stiles looked at them, obviously not understanding the situation, then looked at the rest of the loft, his eyes examining every corner, looking to the white Christmas lights flickering above his head. Some of the balloons were high towards the roof and some more were on the floor, then his glaze landed in the big table filled of different kinds of food: there were chips, cherry pie, olives, nachos, _curly fries_ and three different types of sandwiches. On another table were the drinks: coke, water, pineapple juice, orange juice, peach juice, champagne, some beers and a big punch bowl with pink liquid with slices of fruit and ice.

Stiles was petrified, feeling between terrified and worried, his blank facial expression fading to an anger face.

“What the fuck? You _fuckers_!”

When he managed to move again, he looked at his friends, glaring one last time before heading out of the loft; he needed some air, some time to process what was going on. Scott looked at Lydia, confused, she nodded and both went right after Stiles. Finally they found him, he was sitting in the pavement, looking at the floor, blank expression on his face again.

“Hey bro, are you okay?” Scott tried.

“What do you think? You asshole, I almost had a panic attack because of you fuckers!” He didn't know when he started to shout at his best friend _and_ Lydia.

“Stiles, we were trying to make you happy today, I'm sorry, it wasn't our intention to bother you” Lydia said in a very soft voice.

“Make me happy? How? Worrying me? Lyds I do appreciate the party and everything, but making me think that there was some danger going after us, _again_ , was not a great move.” He tried to calm himself down. “Whatever, I'm done with this shit,” he said and headed to his Jeep, cursing under his breath.

“Stiles _wait!_ ” Scott grabbed his arm and turned him till they were face to face.

“What?” Stiles snapped, angrily.

“Would you really leave? I know you're mad at us but the past is the past, come on, we did it bad but-” Scott started to explain but Stiles cut him.

“But nothing, Scott. In what moment did you think that worry a person susceptible to having panic attacks was a good idea?”

“We just wanted to surprise you, buddy, make today a special day, because you are my best friend and you deserve it. When was your last birthday party?” Scott asked, accusing a little, arching his eyebrows.

He had a point; after his mom died when he was ten, they weren't in the mood for parties that year and for the next years they kept forgetting to organize them. His father and him were happy just with each other's company, watching games or movies, whatever it was on the TV. Because at the end of the day, Stiles knew that Scott and Melissa would come to share the cake and have dinner together, open his presents and play with some of them with Scott until they were ordered to go sleep. It was enough for him. Now he’d just turned seventeen years old, he had new friends and honestly, he missed the parties. The last one he went was Lydia's and it didn't end exactly how he had expected.

“That's what I thought” looking at the unusual silent Stiles in front of him, and honestly, Scott was a bit pissed, too, but he understood Stiles reasons to be mad. “Come on, man, let's go back to the loft” he said, smiling at Stiles.

“Fine” he muttered, admitting to himself that he couldn't be mad at his friends for doing that, it proved that they cared about him and yeah, they actually made him happy once his initial annoyance faded away. “Oh and dude, one more thing” he looked at Scott, who already was putting his puppy eyes on place.

“Yeah?”

Stiles punched him in the arm “This is for the whole running out of my house without a word, jerk” he said making his biggest effort trying not to smile too much.

“Bitch” Scott whispered grinning.

The mere fact of quoting that made Stiles surrender at the pull to hug tightly his best friend “This is for everything else”.

“Uh, are you forgetting something, sweetheart?” Lydia cleared her throat and looked at Stiles, offering her cheek. Stiles kissed her.

“Sorry, I think I overreacted a bit, but you are bastards, just for your information, you scared the shit out of me” and he started to walk back into the building.

“Details,” Lydia smiled.

“Thank you, by the way, I really appreciate it” he breathed to them in the end, swallowing his pride. “Now, would you mind if we come back to the loft? It's a little cold outside. Also, I think I can remember that there was some curly fries upstairs waiting for me to eat them and it would be a crime to let them cold” he said, grinning. His friends just nodded.

Stiles entered to the loft once more, followed closely by Scott and Lydia, everyone looked concerned towards him and then Allison launched herself to Stiles.

“I'm sorry Stiles, it wasn't our intention” she said to him, looking first at her feet, then to his hazel eyes, feeling bad.

“I know, it's fine now” he said it loud enough to make everyone in the room nod in understanding. “Just forget about it because, if you don't remember, it's my birthday” he looked around “Where's my Dad?”

“Bathroom” Erica said from the couch.

“Oh, fine” he smiled and went to take some of the curly fries. Suddenly, he stopped “Can someone tell me what _he_ is doing here?” pointing at the spiral staircase. Everyone turned to look from Stiles' finger to where he was looking.

“I live here” Peter simply answered.

“No, you don't!” both Stiles and Derek said at the same time. Derek looked at him surprised and, even if he didn't want to accept it, amused at the fact that they actually thought the same thing.

“Can't I have some quality time with my favourite nephew and chat with his friends?”

“No” everyone else in the room echoed. “You are kind of a creeper” Stiles said.

“And you tried to kill us all last year” Scott added.

“We don't like you” Derek growled. “And I'm your only nephew” he rolled his eyes.

“That's the point Der, and to be fair, I didn't try to kill those three standing there” Peter said pointing to Boyd, Erica and Isaac on the couch. The three mentioned made a face and growled at him.

“Again, what are you doing here?” Stiles repeated.

“Enjoying the party. I don't like to admit it but I am weak lately and I am as harmful as a fly, inoffensive” Peter said.

“If the tsetse fly bites you, it induces a coma and finally death. So not that inoffensive” Lydia glared at Peter with resentment, feeling used again.

“Go away, Peter” Derek snarled.

“Okay, fine, but some day you will come to me, you will need my help, and I will be there, because I’ve learnt of my mistakes” Peter said, his voice low and calm, looking even hurt and immediately exited the room.

“Well, that was unexpected” Stiles finally said “Should we worry about it?”

“I don't think so, it's just Peter doing his thing, he used to do it when we were kids” Derek answered “He will be fine”.

The next few minutes the whole loft sank into silence.

“Hey kiddo, sorry, are you better? What did I miss?” his dad appeared. Luckily Peter was not in the room when his dad stepped in. They would have a hard time explaining things that Stiles didn't _want_ to explain at that moment; he didn't want to involve his dad in the whole 'my best friend is a werewolf' drama. Although they were, in fact, in Derek's loft, another werewolf, with his pack, three more werewolves. They were very exposed and not exactly cautious, but it didn't matter, it was his birthday, he was going to have the best night ever.

“Nothing, dad. I was just that I was apologising, for running away, you know. I'm better now” he smiled.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, dad. Lydia, turn up the music please; this is a party, am I right?” And he finally could take a big handful of his curly fries.

There was a knock on the door. Isaac went to open it and Melissa appeared with an insane amount of pizza boxes, she was hardly visible behind the high column and if Isaac wasn't there to hold some of them, she would have dropped them.

“God, who ordered the pizza? This is insane. I want to know why you all eat that much” she said between breaths.

“Where do you put all of this, you guys are so thin and muscly, this isn't fair at all” the Sheriff almost pouted.

' _Werewolves'_ Stiles thought, letting a little laugh escape from his lips.

* * *

“Mmhhh”

“Stiles, what are you doing?” Lydia said, rising an eyebrow, looking where Stiles was glancing so intensely.

“Tell me, Lydia, no wolfs bane in the punch today, right?” he said smirking

“Oh my God! Leave me alone, please” and she walked to the kitchen.

Stiles couldn't help, he started to laugh while serving himself a cup of the pink liquid. The music was reasonably loud for werewolf ears and just a background music to the human ones, Stiles couldn't complain about it nor the type of music, either. There was little groups talking here and there, Scott was telling something about an octopus, a garage and a banana, really _weird_ conversation, to the Sheriff and his mother. Isaac was pretty absorbed in whatever Allison was telling him, Boyd and Erica were no-where to be seen and, finally, Stiles found Derek, alone in the couch, making a face while sniffing the cup of punch that someone had given him. _'Adorable'_ Stiles thought, smiling to himself as he approached to the couch and sat right next to Derek, who looked him with both of his eyebrows raised.

“Hey, Derek” he greeted.

Derek's response was just a simple snort. Typical.

“So... why is my birthday party being celebrated in your loft? Not that I'm complaining. But I don't get it,” Stiles blurted.

“Well, since you spent like every day at Scott's, and the Argents kinda hate me and my pack, the only places that were free were mine and Lydia's” Derek answered.

“And Lydia's house wasn't able because...?” Stiles pushed.

“Prada”

“Prada?”

“Yeah, Prada, Lydia's dog” Derek rolled his eyes, tired of this subject.

“I know who Prada is, but I don't get it”

“Lydia was afraid about our instincts or something, I told her that was fine but she refused it”

“I kinda like it here better” Stiles stated. Derek looked at him widening his eyes. “Because here we can't bother the 'neighbours'” Stiles added, emphasising the word neighbours with quotation marks. Because Derek and the pack lived in a loft in the outskirts of Beacon Hills, reasonably near to the woods, _'To do wolfie things without being noticed'_ Stiles guessed.

Derek heard his heart skip a beat, interesting.

* * *

They settled his favourite cake, lemon cake, in front of him with the lighted candles. All together, they sang him Happy Birthday and Stiles blew the flame. For once, the Sheriff let the teens have a little cup of champagne, just to toast for Stiles. He was really happy, he couldn't ask for anything better, it was perfect the way it was, together, with his father, his friends and Derek.

Almost at twelve o'clock Melissa and the Sheriff announced that they had to leave because they both had an early shift at work, so everyone said their goodbyes and watched them getting out to the elevator. As soon as the two grown-ups left the building, Lydia and Allison went to the basement of the loft. Straightaway Scott followed them to help bringing whatever they were bringing. A few minutes later they appeared with an insane amount of bottles of alcohol. Fucking werewolves, only being able to get drunk by drinking their own weight in alcohol.

“I didn't consent this, you are all underage to drink. Besides, I don't want to carry a bunch of drunken teenagers” Derek grunted.

“Come on, Derek, don't be such a sourwolf. You know you could drink too, right?” Stiles said as he grinned and winked at him. Everyone in the room looked at Derek pouting a bit, also, Scott used his puppy eyes. No-one can say 'no' to Scott's puppy eyes, not even Derek.

“Fine, but don't puke on my floor and if anyone tries something strange I'm gonna rip her/his throat out… with my teeth” He shouted watching the faces in front of him change from their previous pouting to happy smiles. “I'm gonna regret this so bad” Derek whispered to himself. This wasn't happening to him, definitely not.

Suddenly, the music had been interrupted. Everyone looked at Stiles and the baffled as the new song started to play.

“He's gotta be kidding me, Scott please, tell me that he just not did what I think he did” Derek said, hiding behind his big hands and snorting a little, face-palming himself hard. Scott checked what time it was, and yes, it was exactly two minutes to midnight, like the Iron Maiden's [ song](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9qbRHY1l0vc). Scott somewhat knew that Stiles would do it.

“Come on, Derek, don't give me that look, I was obligated to do it” he chuckled, looking amused in Derek's direction. “It's hilarious and a great song, you can't deny it” Stiles finally said going into the kitchen, looking for the drink he’d had before running to change the song.

“I bet you that in a couple of hours he will play Iron Maiden's [ 2 A.M.](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UA3R9NCSTzo) song” Scott said facing Derek, who raised one of his eyebrows, giving Scott a questioning look.

“No way, he'll be too drunk to do that”.

“You are underestimating his drunken skills” Scott said grinning “So what do you say? Twenty bucks?” he asked.

“Ten” was Derek's only response, drinking a long sip of his still not touched cup of punch. _'Not bad'_ he thought.

* * *

“You owe me ten bucks, buddy” Scott laughed at him.

“Shut up!” Derek growled, looking for his wallet, frowning “And don't call me that again” Stiles was not that drunk, apparently.

“Wassup, big bad wolf?” the foresaid snapped.

“You and your ridiculousness owes me ten bucks, asshole”.

“What did _I_ do?” Stiles tried to say, laughing hard.

“Forget about it” Derek rolled his eyes while sitting on the couch, Stiles following him closely and took the spot next to him, like they were earlier, but with the tiny difference of their shoulders touching and legs brushing against each other whenever one of them moved a bit.

There was silence surrounding them, not an uncomfortable silence, it was like they were in their own air bubble. They were so close, that close that Derek had to contain himself to not actually touch Stiles, to not lean in and kiss him. Derek knew how he felt towards Stiles and how Stiles felt towards him, he had heard Stiles' heart beat whenever they were in the same room, after all. He also knew that he couldn't do that to him without hurting the boy. But at the moment Stiles' scent was intoxicating him, telling his inner wolf to do it, to kiss him hard and sloppy. The werewolf looked at the deep hazel eyes in front of him and he knew that he was lost. Abruptly, Derek broke the eye contact and looked at his feet, not knowing what the hell was happening to him and shook his head in denial. Stiles started to laugh and looked through the window and then he saw it. Two pairs of red, menacing bright spots, like four big alpha eyes looking right into him, trying to look inside him. He dismissed that thought _'I'm too drunk for this shit'_ he thought and placed his head on Derek's shoulder, falling asleep right away.

“Good night, Stiles” Derek whispered to his scalp, placing his own on Stiles' head. He felt how his eyelids started to weigh down and, finally, he fell asleep too.

 

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Another chapter for this story!  
> You can leave kudos or comments, only if you want to, everything will be welcome:)  
> I hope you like it:3


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